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A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 713    |    Released on: Today at 15:24

ave a subtle nod toward the bar. Thea hesitated, glaring at Johnatha

the velvet sofa opposite Elena. He crossed his long le

, elegant fingers tapping a slow, rhythm

ing that photo was a cheap

le vibrated in his chest. A dangerous glint flashed in

scent of his woodsy cologne and raw, masculine heat washed over her,

ng," Johnathan said softly, his eyes locked on her lips. "Bu

r martini glass. Her knuckles turned whi

Chase Capital's stock is doing perfectly

t jacket and pulled out a folded term sheet-a concise, two-page summary of

id, the words falling from

d as she stared at the man known as the

It detailed a complete separation of personal assets, but

ong enough to kill the scandal and force the market to ral

ds moving with sudden violence as she ripped the term sheet cleanly in hal

yes blazing with fury. "This is just your excuse to s

ment vanished. He reached across the table, his large

e sudden physical contact sent a jolt of electrici

oice dropping to a lethal, quiet register. "I have a dozen ways

face inches from his, her eyes defiant. "The

thick with a suffocating, violent tension. Neith

ened. He let her hand go. The corner of hi

jacket, instantly regaining hi

at your shareholder meeting, you are go

his broad back disappearing

as she dragged in air. She looked down at her wrist. The

he table. "What did h

off the table and shoved it violent

her voice trembling with adrenali

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A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis
A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis
“My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark. He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity. They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund. It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation. When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring. "I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this." In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger. That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life. Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand. How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly? Why did they have to tear my entire life apart? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago. But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort. It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street. Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.”